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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Then I hit up the park. You know, the one with the big fountain? I sit on a bench, just chillin’. I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re in public!” But then, outta nowhere, the guy pulls out a ring. He’s proposing! I’m like, “What?!” One second they’re ready to kill each other, next second they’re lovey-dovey. Muli magic, I guess?

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